A buzz of excitement is in the air. Hordes of Neopians are walking toward the one, the only, Annual Chocolate Ball. Most are turned away at the door, for they have no invitation (granted only to the best of Neopia) in their paws, hands, or hooves. This reporter has managed to grab an invite from an innocent passerby (it was all in the name of journalism!), and is now standing inside the Chocolate factory...
Gettin' To the Good Stuff You find no Buried Treasure, you already have that Geraptiku toy, Coltzan's shrine makes your hands glow blue, the fruit machine isn't a winning spin...